Wrestling With Trees

Your branches and leaves
In fractal veins
Hold up
A stained glass sky

Your bark is rough
I must assume
For my hand has never
Touched

My palms ache
To be splintered
A moment of connection
In our shared pain

You hear me crying
In the middle of the night
Just once let me feel
Please just this once

He waits for me
While I wrestle with trees
And I know he understands because
He wrestles with trees as well